Volume Epilogue New Era

The fire crackled loudly under the fireplace. A man stood next to it, looking at it with a calm face. He raised his hand, touching his face which was covered in a mask.

" Failure isn't an option for I am doomed."

He muttered this word coldly, crushing the photo of some men in his hand while putting on his new clothes. Perhaps someone would condone his actions but he didn't care about such a meaningless thing because he was ready and no one would dare to cross his road.

" Latveria, your lawful ruler is coming."

The green cape along with silver armor shone under the bright light. He wasn't going to mess with Reed and Arthur since he got what he wanted. This was the time for his revenge now. He would rightfully claim what was his.

Meanwhile in Wakanda.

" T'challa, are you alright? You don't look good."

Shuri saw bright red blood on the palm of his brother as he coughed with pain. Due to recent radiation exposure, her brother was suffering from irreversible diseases like cancer.

His inner organs were barely healing under her eyes and he was reluctant to go to Eden due to his honor. As a king, he had to keep his face up even when he was in front of his allies and friends.

" The cancer cell is spreading inside your bloodstream. Unless you replace all your blood, it is extremely difficult to cure it."

Shuri showed the image to him but T'challa shoved it back to her. He knew what he had to do and he had a chance to repair himself with his newly found item but he didn't think others would agree with him.

" Bring that item to me, Shuri."

Shuri hesitated for a moment before handing a green gem fragment to him. T'challa raised the gem with a serious face, knowing this was inevitable for him and his country to truly become the ideal country of his dreams.

Little did he know that something was wrong with his judgment, precisely his mind. Someone was altering his movement to match the outcome that they wanted by dividing the biggest and most developed countries.

No one saw this terrifying scheme as they followed his words because he was a wise and kind king. No one dared to question him because what he said was right.

Meanwhile in the deep ocean.

A man sat alone on the throne, looking at his people with a calm face. He was raised and matured here.

" My king, the surfer delver ships have been searching around this area lately. I am afraid they would find our vibranium."

The king put his cheek on his hand while hearing this report calmly. He never asked back or created a question since this wasn't his style.

" Who is the owner and have you warned them?"

The minister bowed his with silence, not affirming that he countered them because he was afraid of their retaliation.

" Hmm. I will personally go to the surface. I have to see the faces of those who dared to touch my belongings."

He folded his arms, flexing his muscles to tell him that he wasn't one to be trifled. Whether in the ocean or surface, he was the ultimate winner and nobody had defeated him before.

Somewhere in Egypt

A man looked at the man who was clad in white horror. He was holding a crescent blade and he showed no mercy unlike other heroes yet he wasn't a villain either.

" Who the hell are you?"

The man didn't say much, plunging the tiny blade into his heart without any expression. The blood dripped from the tip of the blade while he gazed at the sky.

" Marc, we are travelers of the night. It is right to punish those who sinned."

A bird-like creature appeared next to him, holding a staff in his hand. His head was made of skull and he had that holy yet eerie aura.

" Is it?"

Marc said with a sarcastic tone, thinking he would finish this ridiculous mission soon. As long as he freed himself from this God, he swore he would never meet with other gods in his life.

The pure images of God were already shattered in his mind.